#tragiclike

[okultists]

the mountains were a dangerous region. archaic tree roots thrust from uneven terrain like the mountain's lifelines and claim victim to those who aren't vigilant. criminals and marauders stalk visitors, comparable to starving wolves, anticipating a chance to pounce. villagers are averse to enter, but rabbits are lucky creatures, capable to outrun the mountain's threats and locate it's delicacies with a sharp nose. lin dan follows her own to herbs with medicinal uses for the pharmacy, and edible vegetables for keeping. the mushrooms are a favourite. she traverses the mountain with such regularity that stories pertaining to thieves and rockfalls no longer caution the rabbit.

except on this winter evening, with snow descending like spring petals from the night sky, lín dān catches a glimpse of someone unknown, visage obscured with untamed shrubbery and snow drifting like cotton. she rests against a boulder overlain with moss, the surface cool against her palm as the other hand reaches out with purpose, brushing a length of glacial vines away to reveal a figure's back in the distance. frost - nipped eyebrows knit with curiosity. what's that person doing? lín dān begins creep onward. the woven basket she carries — stacked with mushrooms and astralagus — smacks against the side of her thigh with an obtuse thud. are they human? they must be courageous to wander the mountains alone — or dumb, or maybe even both.

lín dān eventually comes to a halt a few paces away and observes the stranger for some staggered moments. when realization dawns upon the rabbit, her eyes gloss over with excitement and caution is thrown out the window, potential marauder or not. "can you teach me how to do that, @tragiclike?"

[purplemccns]

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Raven locks shifted as Bella gave a shrug, "I mean, I don't know if you'll be able to be successful or anything, but in my experience the pain of not knowing has been worse than the failures I've had." Granted she hasn't been in his exact situation entirely, be she felt as if she felt the way that he talked it would be enough to do the convincing. "Well, have you told her that your interested?" A smile pulled at her lips that hinted she wasn't entirely sober, but she was becoming invested and didn't have it in her to change her stance now. "Because if not, how do you know she's not thinking the same thing?"

[purplemccns]

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To say the femme was surprised by his comment would be to put it mildly. Aditi, as someone who never really learned how to hide her emotions all too well, felt her eyes grow wide as if to solidify the other's well educated guess. "What do you mean? Why would you think something is bothering me?" she asked, even if she was stumbling clumsily through the words.

[thegoodestwitch]

(        🫧        )        ⸻   kayne  kisses  evangeline  to  shut  them  up.  (i  fear  he  enjoys  riling  them  up  🥀) / @tragiclike

 she  wanted  to  push  away,  wanted  to  kick  and  scream  and  make  him  regret  his  actions  -  but  part  of  evangeline  knew  he  wouldn't.  he'd  enjoy  it,  even.  worse  of  all,  he'd  enjoy  the  fact  that  evanegline  wanted  to  remain  in  the  kiss. 

still,  she  harshly  broke  the  kiss  and  shoved  him  back,  her  gaze  glaring  and  cold.  “  don't  you  fucking  dare  play  those  games,  ”  the  angel  hissed. 

[thegoodestwitch]

(        🫧        )        ⸻  rhys  kisses  paris  to  comfort  them. / @tragiclike

panic  ⸻  paris  was  why  she  was  struck,  but  she  was  alit  with  panic  as  she  paced  around  the  room.  she  had  never  killed  someone  before,  yet  she  could  still  taste  the  blood  on  her  tongue  and  oh,  how  her  hunger  felt  soothed.  perhaps  that  was  the  root  of  her  panic,  the  fact  that  paris  felt  better  for  it,  not  worse. 

as  she  felt  lips  crash  upon  her  own,  the  panic  began  to  subside.  her  hands  came  up  to  clutch  his  shirt  and  paris  kissed  him  back  like  her  very  existence  depending  on  it.

[graspedribs]

continued for @tragiclike from here !

okay – so like– teddy is kind of a bit of a neat freak. keep his personal life messy and his home clean. but he doesn't ever let anyone in his house, so it's not like he can judge. he's just as likely to have his fridge completely empty, to have nothing but coffee grounds and cigarettes. "now, i'm like pretty sure –" he laughs "– i said i had i had uber eats and a dream if necessary." he resists the urge to clean up, this isn't his house and he doesn't do caring. or generalized helpfulness anymore. "you find 'em," a beat, "i'll just sit here looking pretty."

[etxrnaleclipse]

Cont. from @tragiclike || Andy and Rhys (x)

So this man somehow knew, could tell the kind of internal struggles he was facing, and while he couldn't know the exact thoughts floating around in his mind, the fact that he could sense that he was fighting something left Andy curious.

"Thanks, I guess." He gave a small smile in the stranger's direction, running a hand over his hair as he looked out over the town, inhaling deeply through his nose. The other man was right though, the silence and the peace that he found up here was comforting, knowing that he could just exist without anything having to occupy his mind beside whatever felt right in that moment. "What brings you up here then? I don't really tend to see anyone else when I'm here."

[prisonofbone-arch]

@tragiclike sent CALL + reverse - receiver calls sender late at night for the first time

they didn’t even know what city they were in anymore. katrina had knocked out early, curled in a hoodie with her headphones in. the others had vanished to bars or beds or whoever’s company they felt like chasing that night. frankie had peeled off her makeup with cheap wipes and stared at her reflection in the hotel mirror until her face didn’t feel like hers. their body still thrummed from the show, a kind of phantom energy that never quite faded — adrenaline long gone but something deeper still humming, like a low frequency they couldn’t shake. she hated this part sometimes. the in-between. when the crowd was gone and the noise cut out and she was left with just herself in some shitty room that smelled like industrial cleaner, trying not to scroll through things that would only make her feel worse. they hadn’t meant to call him. it wasn’t a plan. there were a dozen other things she could’ve done — called lena, listened to a demo, chain-smoked on the balcony, maybe just swallowed a sleeping pill and willed herself unconscious. but instead, their thumb hovered over his name for way too long. she was tired, yeah, but not in the way sleep could fix. there was something hollow under their ribs, carved out and aching in that slow, quiet way they’d gotten used to pretending wasn’t real. it’d been days since they last talked — longer, maybe. not because of a fight. just life. miles. shows. schedules. and space, always space. but she felt it now more than ever, sitting alone in a hotel bed that didn’t feel like hers, in a body that barely felt like home. when he picked up, they almost didn’t say anything. just held the phone to their ear and let the sound of him — groggy, curious, not annoyed — settle over them like a blanket pulled up too late in the night. she let the silence stretch a second longer than she meant to. “…yeah, i know it’s late,” she said finally, her voice rougher than expected. “you can roll your eyes at me, i won’t see it.” they lay back against the pillows, the unfamiliar texture of them making them feel weirdly more awake. the tv was on mute in the corner. she didn’t even remember turning it on. “i didn’t really mean to call, i just… i don’t know. it’s quiet here. and not in a peaceful way, just empty. like the kind of quiet that makes you start thinking about shit you were trying not to think about.” their fingers curled into the blanket, nails scraping absentmindedly. “tour’s fine. i mean, it’s loud and fast and we’re all half-delirious and wired off energy drinks. same as always. but sometimes it’s like... when it all stops? when the noise cuts out after the set, and i’m not screaming anymore, and i’m not moving… i don’t know where to put myself.” a pause. not for effect, but just because it was hard to say the next part. “i think i just wanted to hear your voice. that’s all.” she swallowed. god, they hated how soft they sounded. hated that it felt like a confession. but she didn’t take it back. “you don’t have to say anything special. you don’t even have to be awake for long. i just… missed you. and i didn’t know where else to put that feeling tonight.” their eyes stung. she wasn’t going to cry. she wasn’t. “can you just talk?” they asked, a little quieter now. “anything. i don’t care. just let me stay here a while.” she closed her eyes. let herself pretend for a moment that they weren’t miles apart. that maybe he missed them too.